The Korrin, diminished but defiant, joined as a second wave. Admiral Thrakk, his logic circuits scrambled by the Unbidden’s anti-mind attacks, had reverted to primal combat mode. He rammed his flagship into an Unbidden Dimensional Anchor, buying Xira seven minutes.
Desperate, she sent a priority distress call across the galactic community—not for charity, but for survival.
Thrakk deployed his “Planet-Cracker” class vessel, the Unforgiven , not at the Unbidden, but at the Xylos fringe world of Tu’shan—a nursery planet. He detonated its core, shattering the world and billions of unborn drones. Stellaris
“No biomass, no feeding,” he said. “Your sacrifice is mathematically optimal.”
“You are loud, little chorus. We feed on the psionic. You will be our first course.” The Korrin, diminished but defiant, joined as a second wave
The Unbidden paused. For the first time, they encountered a flavor of psionic energy that was not power or ambition, but agony . It was poison. Their extradimensional forms began to destabilize.
She agreed. She had no soul to lose. She was a million souls. Desperate, she sent a priority distress call across
The Cybrex retreated to their core, now carrying a seed of Xira’s sorrow. They began building not weapons, but monuments.
Then, a shimmer. A construct of living math and dead light materialized before the Silent Claw : an Extradimensional Invader, a Herald of the Unbidden. It did not attack. It whispered into the hive mind.